Watching her struggle
And stretch and limp
And try everything to feel better
Is not fun.

Seeing her retreat into sleep
To finally find relief
To finally have some peace
Is lonely and unsettling.

I have seen her run freely
And laugh with abandon
Growing more beautiful
As her mirth extends.

I have watched her soft
Hair blow as she leans
Out the window to
Get a fuller view.

I have seen her eyes
Full of love
Fastened on me
Moving closer.

Now her eyes seem misted
And distracted, never
Really looking
But looking around.

Each day, every way
She is searching and
Today she seemed rested
Fresher.

It's like watching
A ticker tape message
Coming through
One blink at a time.

Everything depends
On the next tick
And the one
After that.

01/14/2005

Posted on 06/04/2013
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